"It was crying right next to his ear!"
Although it was broad daylight, Zhang Shan's words still sent a chill down the spine and made the heart pound.
"How did you handle it afterward?" Su Xuan asked.
"I suspected it was a prank, that someone was deliberately targeting Xithe," Zhang Shan said. "I called the police, but the officers couldn't find anything. They recommended I consult some experts to see if an issue with the building's architecture was causing the sounds."
"Finding them was useless," Zhang Shan said in frustration. "Those experts claimed our funeral home's air ducts were poorly designed and that wind blowing through them was causing the crying. They even suggested we tear down a few walls to test the theory."
"Is that so?"
